"On days of worship, and when you sought favor, different things were given to different gods. Thor got goats, mead, and fine weaponry. And various other things. And I don't mean the small goats that faint when you shout at them, or the ones that scream out of fear, but the sort that have great horns, that would stare you down and knock you from the mountain you had gone to fetch them from." Her breath had grown shallow when his finger traced the top of her bikini. Almost to the point that it hadn't fluttered her chest in the slightest.
Bryn gazed up at him again, her eyes had fallen to his finger's movement. A smile tugged at her lips, her voice just a little more husky than it had been moments before. "Don't be."